hey guys, just a quick update before I jet off to sunny Budapest! Enjoy and I'll update when I get home from my adventures! Chelle there will be photos!
*Lora's POV*
Wow. My phone going mental wakes us both up the next morning. Jon groans and hits me with a pillow just to make sure I'm awake. I slap him and the sound my hand makes as it connects with his bare chest sounds like a gun going off. "Shit!" I say, rubbing it better quickly to take the sting out of it. "Baby are you ok?" "Fuck Lora!" he yells, moving my hand and rubbing the red handprint on his chest himself. "You gotta remember not to put so much power into those slaps Lor!" "I'm sorry" I whisper. He smiles. "Kiss it better" he says softly. I nod and lean over, kissing right in the centre of the handprint. "And here" he says, pointing at one of the finger marks that are starting to show. I nod and kiss it softly, followed by the other four after he points at them in turn. "And here" he says finally, pointing at his lips. I smile and kiss him softly, moaning as he pulls me on top of him and deepens the kiss. He adjusts our positions a little, sitting up and pulling me onto him slowly. "Ah fuck" I hiss, moaning as he sinks into me inch by inch. He grabs my ass and holds it tight, pulling me onto him harder and harder, neither of us talking. "Gonna come Lor" he moans finally. "Oh fuck Lora I fucking love you." I nod, biting my lip as I concentrate on him. It doesn't take long before we both explode together. "Fuck yes" I moan, riding it out as he throws his head back, the sweat dripping down his chest. He leans back against the headboard, pulling me with him, resting my head on his shoulder as we both concentrate on getting our breath back. My phone beeps again and he grabs it off the nightstand, handing it to me before continuing panting. I open the text and groan. "Sorry Denise!" I yell. "No problem!" she yells back. Jon frowns and I show him the text. "I'm still next door and I can still hear you" he reads. "Oops." I grin, standing up and pulling him with me. "Shower, loverboy" I whisper.
Breakfast is a joy. The whole of the hotel restaurant cheers as we walk in. Clearly word has got around. "Lora, Jon!" Hunter calls, waving us over. We walk to his table and he grins. "Eat with us?" he asks, pointing at the empty seats next to Stephanie and himself. I look at Jon and he nods, gesturing for me to sit next to Steph while he sits next to Hunter. "That was some show last night Lora" Hunter says after the waiter takes our breakfast order. I smile. "I'm sorry" I say. "It was that, or hit her. I can't take her being around any longer Hunter. She's stalking my husband at every arena and..." "She's what?" Stephanie asks quickly. I take a deep breath and look at her. "Every show" I say quietly. "She's there, backstage. I can't do it anymore Steph. I'm questioning my husband, my marriage, constantly when I should be enjoying my work." "How is she getting in?" she asks. I shrug. "No idea" I say. "I know she's friends with Summer though." Stephanie nods slowly. "New rule" she says. "Any backstage guests have to be approved. I'm not having my talent upset constantly." Hunter starts to talk and Steph quietness him by raising her hand. "No Paul" she says sternly. "Lora works with us. Renee does not. She has no right to be backstage. You really want to get Lora to sign a new contract, give her some faith in her employers. Lora, leave it with me. She won't be getting in again." I nod, smiling. "Thank you" I say quietly as the waiter brings our food. She smiles. "Don't mention it" she says. "We need you focused on your job. Not her. You've got a tough few months ahead of you Lora, I'm not going to sugar coat it. A heel diva isn't new, but a heel diva who is so over with the fans, like you are, that's awkward for creative. We need to figure something out to get them to boo you again." "Good luck with that" Joe says, coming up behind us. "Have you seen this?" He hands Jon his phone. "Press play" he says. Jon frowns but does as he's told, and straight away me singing last night is blasting around the restaurant. Jon pauses it quickly. "Where did you get this" he asks. "YouTube" Joe says. "It's all over there. Sorry baby girl, but I thought you should know." I smile and nod, watching as he walks away. "Now what?" I ask Steph, desperately hoping she's got an answer. She takes a deep breath. "I need to make some calls" she says, standing up and glancing at Hunter. "Lora, we'll talk at the arena later." I nod and watch as she walks off, followed by Hunter. "I'm screwed" I groan. Jon smiles. "No you're not" he says softly, reaching for my hand. "They're gonna help, Lor, they won't let it carry on now they're aware of it." I nod, hoping I'm convincing him more than I'm convincing myself.
We eat in silence, finally admitting defeat and heading back to our room. Neither of us knows what to say. "Have you got any ideas?" I ask him quietly as the door closes behind us. "About what, sugar?" he asks, kissing my shoulder and sliding the strap of my vest down. "About how to make the crowd boo me" I whisper, trying to concentrate on what I want to ask him, but he's so damn distracting. He shakes his head, trailing soft kisses down my neck onto my exposed shoulder and down my arm. "I do" he whispers back finally. "But I don't think you're going to like it." "Try me" I whisper. He nods, turning me around to face him. "You need to turn on us" he says. "You need to leave The Shield."